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#Miner'sRespite – November 16, 2016
The kitchen is a rather large room with two rows of work space, the one to the right – with the sinks and only one stove – clearly marked as dextroy by a sign on the wall behind it. The room is tidy aside from a few bowls of rising dough sitting on the levo counter, and none of the equipment has been removed from the cupboards. The doors leading to the freezer and fridge, as well as the one leading to room temperature
Va'ynna is looking over a datapad containing information about every meal on the menu, necessary procedures and other important instructions. She's standing near the bowls of dough. The asari is wearing a green shirt and simple black pants under a gray featureless apron.
Leah steps through the Respite door and moves aside for Tara to enter. She wraps her arms across her chest, stomping from foot-to-foot in place as she tries to warm up and free the snow from her clunky boots. She's wearing a pair of light blue jeans and her poofy, blue winter jacket. Her hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail.
Tara enters after Leah, brushing her boots against the mat as she enters, to shed snow. As usual she's wearing a slightly oversized jacket along with clothes borrowed from Leah - light blue jeans and a vibrant orange top which seems to clash completely with her subdued manner. Covering her scarred head is a colorful toque.
Aylena is standing behind the bar counter, tapping away at one of the terminals as there's currently noone requiring her attention. She looks up at the two people entering, and nods to them. Aylena is wearing a red dress with white trims.
Leah lets out a deep breath, fighting back the chill outside, and passes a glance to Tara. With a big, bright smile, she reaches out to pat Tara on the shoulder. "Ready?" she asks excitedly, hoping to keep Tara from getting too anxious or nervous as she turns to face towards the bar and starts towards it. "You're going to do great, Tara." she assures, "And remember, I'll just be a couple of rooms away, alright? So if it gets to
Tara flinches slightly, a dismayed look crossing her face as Leah starts to leave. "I-... okay." she says, voice barely above a whisper. She offers a faint nod, not looking particularly sure as she starts to head towards Aylena.
Leah only remains a few steps ahead of Tara. This is the beginning of Tara's road to independence. As much as she wants to hover right beside her and make sure everything goes smoothly, that's just not fair to Tara. So she has, instead, resigned herself to hovering nearby. As she rounds the bar, she returns Aylena's nod with one of her own and begins her daily routine of chatting up a regular before her shift starts, remaining
Aylena steps back from the terminal and looks over at the human woman, taking a few steps towards the nearest opening in the counter. "Good evening, Tara," she says with a nod. "Atana is waiting for you in the kitchen. It's the door right in front of you when you enter the corridor."
Tara nods, looking around until she spots the door and then shooting Aylena a glance to make sure she's supposed to go. She tilts her head to the left before starting to walk towards it. One last glance to Leah and she enters the kitchen, taking a look around to take in the contents of the room. Upon noticing Va'ynna she approaches the asari, keeping her gaze low. After another respectful head tilt she awaits instructions in
Leah frowns to herself upon realizing that her hovering and eavesdropping won't get her very far, though she props her smile back up as she looks to Tara, meeting her gaze and giving her a wave before she enters the kitchen.
Va'ynna snaps her attention towards the door when it opens, though a smile soon shows up. She felt a conflict of eagerness and concern, not really knowing what to say or do despite how giddy she was when she heard about it yesterday. The alien gesture makes her appear a bit puzzled, however, as she haven't ment many batarians in the recent decades before leaving her home cluster. "Hey," she says, putting the datapad
down on the counter, the pressure getting worse now that she's started speaking. "I...- Welcome. I'm Va'ynna. It's nice to meet you." After a second of hesitation, she extends her right hand for a handshake.
Tara meets Va'ynna's gaze for a moment as she introduces herself, before going back to looking down. She nods in acknowledgement. "Thank you, ma'am." she says quietly. The outstretched hand causes a perplexed look to cross her face. Her gaze darts between it and Va'ynna before she hesitantly mirrors the gesture with her own hand, not actually shaking the asari's hand, but just holding out her own, some distance away.
Va'ynna tilts her head, equally perplexed, and she ultimately decides to awkwardly take back her hand. She's already beating herself up mentally for botching the introduction. She didn't expect Tara to be so uncomfortable around Va'ynna, and the discomfort reflected onto her. "Just... call me Va'ynna," she says before she steps over to another cupboard and crouches down beside it. "Anyway," she begins. "FIrst thing
you need to do is... change out of your jacket. There's a coat rack in the break room you can use. It's the door between here and D'Inea's office."
Tara lowers her hand as well, quite oblivious to the fact that the greeting did not go as intended. Upon being instructed she looks for the door in question and then heads towards it with a nod. She returns a little while later, no longer wearing the thick winter jacket and toque.
Va'ynna holds out a folded apron that's exactly like the one she's wearing, seeming to take it for granted that no further instruction is needed. She's had some time to regain her composure, though it doesn't last that long after her return. The asari may have managed to run this place for a terrifying long week, but that doesn't mean she was comfortable with this kind of authority... or any kind of authority.
"We... serve food for many species," she says, "so... wash your hands often, especially if you change from dextro to levo." While she didn't know herself what was safe and what wasn't when changing to another order, it didn't hurt to be overly cautious. She gestures towards the rightmost sink, which has a large bottle of soap next to it. The asari frowns, as she's not sure what does need saying and what's
painfully obvious. The real problem was that she didn't know exactly how experienced Tara was at this line of work, and she attempts to change that by asking, "Have you... served food for turians before?"
Tara takes apron and starts to put it on as she listens. She nods as Va'ynna instructs her, but when asked about serving turians she shakes her head slightly. "No. Sorry, Va'ynna, ma'am."
Va'ynna nods. "That's... fine, I... didn't either when I started," she admits. "The... most important thing is that all dextro food,... turian food, is prepared and cooked on that side," she points to the sign on the right-side counter, "and all other food is prepared here... on this side." She picks up the datapad for a moment as she picks her next words. "Everything you need to know is written on this datapad,
and... you can take it with you home when we're done today." She pauses for a moment, putting the datapad on the counter. "So, um, what... was the sanitary requirements where you last worked?" Va'ynna is, of course, completely oblivious to Tara's past.
Tara nods along with the instructions once again. It doesn't seem like there's anything there that gives her pause. The question causes her to furrow her eyebrows slightly. She's not used to having to answer such questions herself. She keeps her gaze on the counter as she replies. "When... I worked in the House, we were allowed and required to clean ourselves every day. I have been taught sanitary preparation and handling of
Va'ynna raises an eyebrow at how generally her question was interpreted, but she just nods. There's also the tattoos, one of which is a barcode. She had a lot of questions floating around in her mind, ones she wasn't going to ask considering how uncomfortable the other woman appears. At least not now. "Good," she says. "Then I'm... sure you'll do fine. Our menu isn't... too complicated to memorize." That was at
least what she wished, because the Respite was understaffed and recent events have proved that she can't expect to be able to go to work every day. She falls silent for a few seconds as she searches for the next topic to bring up. "And, there's... also knowing where everything is," she says. "The refrigurated room and freezer room is through there," she gestures towards it, then the one across the room, "and
things that can be stored at higher temperatures are through that door. It takes a while to find things at first, though, but... after a while you'll just know."
Tara looks to each of the rooms as they are pointed out, nodding. "Yes, ma'am." she says simply, before returning to silence. The tattoos are not the only unusual feature of her bare arms. They each bear a number of scars as well, of varying sizes and sorts. The most prominent are the stripes of electrical burns, however.
Va'ynna frowns, still not getting more comfortable with being addressed like that. Those scars are even less of a reason for Va'ynna to ask, as they hint to a story that she suspected Tara wouldn't be eager to tell. Maybe one day when she's out of training and things are less... uncomfortable between them. That might be a while, though. "If you... don't have any questions," she begins, "you can take a look around
Tara offers a nod, and then a tilt of her head before wandering off, walking slowly through the kitchen as she examines the equipment, trying to quickly acquaint herself with the layout and items as well as she can. She says nothing.
Va'ynna falls silent, as well, watching her go through the kitchen. For now, she was content in letting her familiarze herself without instruction.
The kitchen is well-stocked, with pans of different materials, as well as appliances both timeless and hi-tech.